The Demon Against the Heavens 158 On the wrong side

Helial and Lumia were standing in their team room together with the rest of the group. A foolish smile hung on the boy's face. He was so satisfied that his sister won each of her three matches. He ruffled her silvery hair as he gazed at her bright green eyes.

"There's more than a Skill you hid from me, from what I've seen," Helial said with the peaceful smile on his face.

Lumia slightly turned her face. Endearingly, she pointed at her cheek.

"A kiss on your cheek?" Helial said as he giggled.

Lumia nodded innocently. For a split second, a sinister evil light glistened in her little eyes.

Helial suddenly felt heart-wrung. He realized that after reaching the Emperor state, his Soul let him perceive his every emotion clearer. His love, hatred or annoyance were now over-worldly neat. His heart would let him express his every feeling to the fullest. Once, he would have hesitated. Now that there was no doubt shadowing his heart though, he perceived how the pride for his sister overwhelmed him.

Helial knew perfectly well that such progress must have come at a terrible price. Lumia though was on her path to become a woman. He could not get in her way. All he could do was admire the light the new Lumia gave off while letting her live by his side as her heart commanded.

As Helial was deep in such profound thoughts, Snowflake felt a shiver down his furry tail. That tender family moment send him a terrible premonition…

As Helial was about to plant his lips on Lumia's cheek, the situation got drastically changed.

Skill Activated:

Divine Gravitational Field

CRAC

A thick web of cracks opened up under Helial's feet. Under that magnetic force, Helial must have acquired a terrifying weight. The Skill Lumia cast damaged the special materials the Colosseum had been built him. Those materials were indeed rare and resistant – they should have never broken up like that!

Lumia took the fullest advantage of the force momentum, which had led Helial to lean slightly forward. She seized her chance and turned immediately towards him to plant a kiss on his lips. Before Helial could even react, Lumia was kissing him on the lips.

DONG!

The shamelessness of the little girl sent everyone on the floor unconscious.

Not content with having cold-bloodedly killed three older opponents whose power was increase by the Fury Elixirs, who would have slaughtered you without hesitation, you even succeeded in steal a kiss form your brother?! Snowflake thought. His long whiskers trembled with rage.

So Circe was the Which? If she deserved to be called Which, then what would Lumia become given time?

Every shuddered as they hid this question down low inside their heart.

From dragons to devils to demoniac beings, this world is full of dangerous creatures. Everyone knows that. One single woman, however, is by far more dangerous than all of those altogether.

Lumia hadn't yet developed her womanliness, but the roots of her future self already ran deep enough. As every woman, she was an evil creature born to lord over the mankind by means of the fiercest weapon.

Lumia's soft lips left those of Helial. With a jump of joy, the girl walked away. Her brother was left there unable to move, his eyes wide open.

Snowflake pretended to throw up. Gagging noisily, he blurted: "You incestuous dickheads are revolting."

Meanwhile, the bleachers were still in an uproar.

The fragile delicate Lumia just wiped out her three opponents in the relay race. The crowd gazed at the empty blood-stained arena unblinkingly.

The member of the Sect of the Worthy had fallen one after another under the hand of the Team Tristia. The Team of the Executioners lost four fighters. How could they hope to win at this point?
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Everyone was wondering if the members of the Team of the Executioners still alive were stronger than those massacred in the previous fights.

No one really had answer.

Inside the Royal Palace, Nelia was watching her husband as he scanned the Colosseum area through his Divine Sense. She gently put her hands on his shoulders to massage him tenderly. "Will you go and watch the last match on site? Your disciple will be fighting."

Caesar gave a sigh.

"You didn't get it, did you?"

Nelia gave him a puzzled look.

No one seemed to remember Helial's Mana Oath. Before the Senate, Caesar's disciple had solemnly sworn he would never lift a finger on a Goblin life unless they deserved to die. If those members of the Sect of the Worthy were to be eliminated by Helial so easily, then it would mean that there was something serious going on.

The Seniors from both parties actually forgot about this, whereas Caesar could not help thinking about it. If Helial gave his friends the go-ahead to kill the fighters from the Sect, this meant that the Sect did wrong to Orma. Otherwise, Helial would have gotten punished by the Mana Oath.

Did Helial do that on purpose? This silent doubt wormed its way into Caesar's heart.

Caesar gazed intently at Nelia as he tilted his neck behind. Then he smiled. "The disciple I chose turns out to be even better than I imagined."

"For my part, I never thought you would choose someone not in your league." Nelia planted a kiss on her husband's forehead and gave him a smile.

Caesar stood up from the velvet armchair he was leaning in. The purple armchair was made in some peculiar material that helped Mana reflow throughout Meridians.

For an ordinary man, nothing would compare the value of such item. It would indeed make an immeasurable treasure for one's Dao. As far as the Goblin King was concerned, however, it was but a mere seat. An Immortal really could avail of unbelievable advantages for ordinary people.

On the opposite side of the city, a servant was informing a middle-aged elegant-postured Goblin about the outcome of the 3v3 relay race; not a single participant from the Sect of the Worthy had survived.

"They really meant it when they said this would be a death or life match," Aure sneered.

Beside him, Animus took a step forward. He looked at the Immortal as he went on scribbling on his papers undisturbed. Aure didn't lift his gaze from those ink-wet pages even while hearing about the news.

Since the day when he had gotten beaten for his insolence, Animus hadn't dared disturb the second Immortal in Orma anymore. And yet, he could not but wonder why Aure was this serious.

"You're wondering why, aren't you," Aure lift the pen from the paper. For the first time in the last fifteen minutes of unceasing writing, he raised his gaze. He looked at Animus with a bright smile on his face. With a wave of his hand, he invited him to leave.

Animus stood on the spot. He wanted an answer. His eyes lay on the hardwood desk in the middle of the room. It was wrapped in a dim light only illuminated by candles. The whole room was scented with the exotic fragrance of those candles from faraway planets. Each of them must have cost enough to weaponize hundred First Phase warriors at least.

"Why do we aim at killing Helial?" Aure asked Animus.

"Because he's a Human?" Animus answered. The question took his aback.

"And why about him being Human we don't like?"

"The fact that Humans are the filthy parasites of this world, Aure, as you yourself said, right?" Animus was growing doubtful with every word he spoke. He didn't express his perplexity though.

Tap Tap Tap

Aure stood up. He began to walk across the room, his gaze stolen by the paintings hanging on the walls.

"I said they are parasites. That's correct. But they can't be all parasite, can be? As far as I remember, the boy said… No, don't mind. Go to the Palace, Animus. Tell the Senior council that I will come and watch the showdown personally. I'm really curious to see that the boy is capable of."

Animus nodded. He left unwillingly. He still didn't see what Aure meant.

Once alone, the Immortal walked towards his desk again. From one of the drawers, he pulled out an old key which he put on the table. The wood generated a complex formation which promptly devoured the key. It disappeared as if it had never existed.

From the formation, a ring appeared that was carved with Runes. The Aura the ring gave off was so sudden and frightening the candles were immediately blown unlit, as if they wouldn't dare disturb the quiet of the item.

"If the young boy promised to protect Goblins by a Mana Oath, he can't be our enemy, you bunch of idiots. He's an enemy to those who will betray Orma, can't you see? The fact he's killing our members is the implicit evidence we have to take blame. Quite a genial move…

"Yes, we Goblins betrayed Orma. And you foolish old idiots didn't trust the boy because of his race. It's our duty to betray Orma as well as our King, for we have to bring it to the splendor of the old days. However, every revolution comes at a price. The road to change is covered in blood. I am sure the boy will make a wise guide for Orma. For sure he'll be a better leader than that crazy head I have for a son.

"But destiny has spoken. He wound up on the wrong side in the wrong moment. He has to die. Now you play politics to split Orma. You don't know that in order to pay the Karma debt I will owe Caesar, your bodies will be burnt alive in front of Caesar's grave. And while you play, the boy is training. His beliefs are so strong he made Orma shake to the roots.

"I almost wish he won. But life is hard; I am standing on the opposite side. I shall finish what I have started. Caesar cannot reign anymore. His weakness has already led Orma to the verge of destruction. If Caesar were to be killed by a warrior from another race, Orma will fall into the deepest chaos once and for all. We would become slaves. I have been burdened with his ominous task – in this I am alone. Alone I will carry the weight of Orma on my shoulders."

Aure gazed at the ring- He heaved a sigh and let out a laugh: "Another debt is the one Orma has to pay men."

He slowly turned. He stared at the complex array of Runes on the ring surface as he sensed the terrifying Aura it emitted.

To the strongest.

"Caesar thinks he owns all the relics of… But he appears to be wrong. I have the most important of all. The time has come for us to pay our debt," Aura whispered as he looked afar at the Colosseum in the distance. "One day we'll have to face the final showdown. I don't think you'll survive, boy. It's not something I would wish you. However, I can bestow you with a gift from your own race so that I can see if you can play the game you set yourself into."

Aure put the ring inside his tunic and dissolved into thin air.

Chapter end